Hua Ting first picked out a small-sized men's suit for herself in a relatively cold clothing store, and then found a fake beard in a small shop specializing in mask gadgets and glued it on, and then hid her hair tightly in a hat, of course, a pair of gold-rimmed round-framed glasses are indispensable, plus her height of 168, if you don't look carefully in the night, it really makes people mistakenly think that it is a delicate little man.

After the disguise, she stuffed the clothes she was wearing and her purse into a garbage heap in the depths of the alley, and when she came back from her errands, if the garbage had not been collected, she could change her clothes back.

A qiē is ready.

Hua Ting stood on the pier of the sixteenth shop.

The 150-year-old Huangpu River Wharf was not originally called Shiliupu Wharf, because it is located in the most lively place in Shanghai Port, with a concentration of passenger and freight traffic, and a forest of wharves.

At this moment, the Huangpu River Wharf is an important water transportation hub connecting Shanghai to the whole country and even the world, and it is also the main waterway for Bai Qihong to smuggle opium.

At night, the wind is strong by the river, and Hua Ting wraps his coat tightly and looks into the distance.

Standing at this historic Huangpu River wharf, my heart is full of emotion.

After all, this place is different from the era where Huating lived, those leisure clubs, theme restaurants, creative workshops and landscape fountains were still dilapidated factories, boiler rooms and staff bathhouses in such an era, and they had not yet been transformed into a fashionable and cutting-edge place.

No matter how many years have passed, the riverside alleys and old-fashioned Shikumen communities here still tell the stories of Shanghai Tang tycoons, which have been arranged by different people and have several different versions of historical significance.

And the wharf warehouse of a smash hit Shanghai tycoon that people say should be Bai Qihong's.

It is said that several French ** ships transported the opium to Wusongkou, and then Jian Maosheng was responsible for contacting a Beiyang army to escort the goods from Wusongkou to the 16th shop and handed them over to Bai Qihong, and Bai Qihong then led the younger brothers to transport the opium to the French Concession and wholesale it to the major tobacco houses......

This is indeed a lucrative business.

So no matter how Chen Huanlin persuaded him, Bai Qihong refused to let go.

When she left just now, she took away a few boxes of matchboxes that would be placed on every table in the Juxintang Teahouse.

She decided to set fire to Bai Qihong's opium warehouse on this night that will be remembered by history.

That's probably the only thing she can do.

Hua Ting stood at the mouth of an alley diagonally opposite the warehouse, and observed the situation outside the warehouse door, guarded by five tall men in black, but they seemed to be a little bored, although the waist pole was straight, but there was a conversation on the mouth, especially when talking about the women in the kiln, the laughter was particularly vulgar.

Hua Ting raised his gun and knocked down the 5 burly men outside the door at a rate of one per second, not even more than 5 seconds.

While they fell to the ground and wailed, Hua Ting walked out of the alley quickly.

"You...... Who are you? One of the men in black vigilantly clutched the key to his waist.

The legs of the five men in black were all dripping with blood, and they were dazzling under the street lamp.

Hua Ting lowered her voice, "Give me the key, and I promise to take you to the hospital before your blood runs out." ”

The man in black clutched the key to his waist. "Who the hell are you?"

"No more nonsense, key!" Hua Ting pointed a gun at him.

Unexpectedly, the man in black swore to die, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly while enduring the sharp pain in his legs: "You still beat me to death!" ”

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

"Who are you?!" Someone put a knife to her neck in the back.

Oh no, could it be that there are 6 people guarding here?

No wonder the man in black looked calm.

It turns out that there is a trick!

"Put the gun down!" The man behind him shouted roughly.

Such a sneak attack was completely beyond Hua Ting's expectations.

She looked at the black figure on the ground, who was almost half a head taller than her, and secretly thought about what to do.

"Did you hear that!?"

The blade was cold against the skin of her neck.

Stay calm first!

Judging from the shadow, this person is about 1.75 meters tall and has a thin body.

In his left hand, he was carrying a few bags of hot things, probably just returning from buying supper.

"Boss," the man in black in front of him couldn't hide his joy even though he had a twisted face, and he shouted to the person behind Hua Ting, "stop talking nonsense with him, kill him with a knife." ”

cao！ Although she knew that Bai Qihong's subordinates were by no means good, they were abducted and deceived into eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, smoking, and smoking, but in order not to hurt her life, she deliberately avoided everyone's vital points, and unexpectedly the situation changed slightly, so he opened his mouth to ask for her life, it seems that she was too merciful, and should have shot him early in the morning.

"TMD still hasn't put the gun down?" The man behind him was obviously impatient as soon as he was instigated by the man in black on the ground.

"What nonsense with him! It's solved with one knife! ”

The man in black couldn't wait for her life.

"If you don't put down the gun, don't blame me......" Hua Ting keenly noticed that the hand holding the blade tightened its strength......

All right! I want to hit it hard!

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, there was a loud "bang", and the blade against her neck fell to the ground, and blood sprayed from behind her onto the clothes of the man opposite her, including her neck, arms, and the back of the hand holding the gun.

The man's face changed in horror.

Scarlet blood dripped down her wrists and onto the dirty concrete floor.

She looked back.

The knife-wielding man was lying on the ground, shot in the head, and had lost his breath.

The shooter was standing behind her, dressed in a black robe and a maroon hat, with a handsome face under the brim of the hat slightly raised the corner of his lips.

Chen Shu?!